Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Constantly Dirty, artista - Tech N9ne. Data di rilascio: 23.09.2002
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Constantly Dirty |
| Yeah man… |
| Niggaz think it’s all peaches and cream |
| Shit’s hard right now man, it’s real shit. |
| Me and my road dogs man on this one |
| We stay constantly dirty, grittin for our shit |
| y’know what I’m sizzlin? |
| Ain’t nobody every gave me nothin, I’m on my own |
| I was down and dirty when I was young but now I’m grown |
| And I continue to struggle ya heard me |
| Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty |
| Ain’t nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime |
| So I’m on my own, standin strong, holdin chrome |
| Disrespect my Villians, get 'em gone, early mo’n |
| On the co’n, get my hustle on |
| I stays dirty — chippin, choppin, flippin birdies |
| I’m pushin’thirty, vision clear, I’m never blurry |
| Plottin plans, strategic mission, I’m on my toes |
| I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin foes |
| Lord knows all the different situations, trials and tribulations |
| Aggrevations that a nigga’s facin |
| I get complacent that’s my ass, I’m a memory |
| They spillin liquor on the curb when they mention me |
| But they’re ain’t no fear in me, get it how you live |
| That’s if you hearing me then dug down and dig |
| Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle |
| Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle |
| Nigga… |
| I got a pocket full of G’s, I’m constantly servin |
| My Nina knock him to his knees, I’m constantly dirty |
| Super Villian, check my powers, I get the early worm |
| Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn |
| True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin stories |
| With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory |
| Gutter livin with precision, them busters know they phony |
| Flip my profit keep on rockin it for my dead homies |
| They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud |
| It’s the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves |
| «Absolute» with this «Power» they call me realistic |
| Savage Bakarii still comin up off that fetal living |
| Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty |
| All my might, when it’s right, then I strike on them early |
| Twisted like livin dirty, super savage, I’m out to get that bread |
| Gutter livin; that’s my habit until I rest my head |
| Which one of y’all can I holla at when it’s time to pay rent? |
| And who you think’s gonna loan me money when my last bread is spent? |
| I got an even shorter list of people to call on when I’m in a pinch |
| So I might just walk around with my jaws clenched like The Grinch |
| I’m, headed for trouble cuz I can’t sit here and struggle |
| How do I bubble if I don’t get out and hustle? |
| I’m in the wind put the spud on my muzzle |
| Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel |
| Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick |
| And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit |
| It’s real life gutter livin, nigga comin straight from the brain |
| Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain |
| It’s been fifteen other damnedest and ain’t nothin changed but the weather |
| Times’still gettin harder and niggaz can’t stick together |
| All through my teens, my twenties, even when I’m thirty |
| T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty… |
| Yo! |
| Ain’t nobody gave me nothin but God |
| He gave me talent, these civilians perpetrating the fraud |
| That point is valid, got niggaz sayin they made me |
| The only thing that was made was music cuz nobody ever properly paid me |
| Don’t get it twisted, that little money was appreciated |
| It got me out there again, glad that’s alleviated |
| But the nigga that say I didn’t have a followin |
| before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated |
| Soon as Mitch hit, it hit! |
| Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit |
| Keep th |